As the two close friends had predicted, Mary and Henry were not the only ones who heard the gunshots, Henry had given Fran the best room on the upper floor, and because of the higher price, there were no other guests on the same floor, so the hotel waiters who heard the sound ran up from downstairs.

And they were also coaxed back one by one by Henry, who obeyed Mary's instructions.

The Count of Henri de Lagerche-Treville was also a figure in the city of Marseille, and the guests here were even more remarkable, so after he had spoken, whether he accepted his explanation or not, no one showed anything out of the ordinary, even if they were skeptical.

After they had left, silence returned to the upper floors, and Henry, who was standing in the hallway, became more and more nervous.

What a disaster!

One moment he was still talking and laughing with that young lady, thinking that he was going to help that distant relative and make him owe him a favor again, where could he think that he would fall into such a dilemma the next moment?

Summer was already hot, and in his nervous and restless situation, he was soon sweating profusely.

He stood outside the door, wandering back and forth, trying to knock on the door to confirm the condition of the eldest lady of the family, but he did not dare, and in his hesitation he prayed to God that the most terrible thing would not happen.

While he was still hesitating and praying, the door finally made a soft noise, and little by little Mary's face was revealed.

As if seeing an angel, Henry immediately leaned in.

"How is she?"

"I said she's fine!" Mary interrupted him stiffly. The gentleness of the conversation between the two people just now is no longer gone, "Have you already driven away all the people who ran over?" ”

"Yes. Following your instructions, the people have been driven away. I'm the only one out there now. Henry nodded, then looked at Mary inquiringly, "Can you...... Can I go in and see Miss? ”

He was still not very relieved, after all, he had not yet confirmed with his own eyes whether the young lady was safe.

"Of course." Mary nodded, then moved out of the way slightly. "She just happened to be seeing you."

"Oh! That's great! Henry was overjoyed, and immediately stepped inside.

"Stop!" However, Mary stopped him abruptly, and then glanced at Henry, who was sweating profusely, "You'd better wipe your sweat first." It's not a good picture. ”

"Thank you!" Henry reacted, then smiled awkwardly, then took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it gently for a moment.

Soon, he wiped off his sweat, and Mary opened the door a little wider.

"Come in, sir."

Although he didn't understand why the other party refused to open the door completely, Henry didn't ask questions, but walked in sideways.

Just as he was about to step into the room. Mary suddenly smiled slightly.

"You should be better."

"Huh?" Henry's heart tightened, not understanding what she meant.

"Sweating like this outside the door, I really doubt the guts you just showed me." Mary's smile seemed to hide too much in it, "I wish you were doing better later." ”

Henry was puzzled. But the body has already set foot in this room.

It soon became clear to him why Mary would not let the door open, and why the other party had just said that.

My God!

Where his gaze was focused. A young man in a waiter's uniform lay on the ground.

And he had a wound in the abdomen, from which a lot of blood flowed. A lot of blood.

A large amount of blood flowed onto the ground, staining the original blue carpet a large crimson. And Miss Trevier, dressed in a white dress. He looked at him silently, his face as calm as if he were looking at a marble statue.

This extremely impactful scene made him stunned for a while, completely speechless.

Suddenly, his feet trembled slightly, and then his face turned pale. He turned his head away with a shudder, and looked at Mary as if he wanted to find some answer in her face.

Mary, on the other hand, shrugged her shoulders as if nothing happened, and even had a smile on her face, as if to say, "I told you to be mentally prepared."

He took no comfort from Mary's side, but turned again with difficulty, and looked at Miss Treville.

"This ...... ......" He wanted to ask what was going on, but he couldn't.

In all fairness, after all, Henry has also been adrift at sea for many years, and he has seen a lot of people in the market, and he has not only seen murder and war, but even done it himself, so he would not be so undetermined.

However, the impact of today's scene is too great.

Mary gave him the impression that he was a very clever but weak person, and he relied on his knots to rise to the top of the Lord's house. As for Miss Treville, she was even more impressed by him at the station, for her beauty and intelligence, and her humility and gentleness, like a princess in a fairy tale.

Although he knew that there were no such perfect people in this world, he never thought that the gap between reality and ideals would be so big, so he was a little at a loss for a while.

He had already come to his senses, the sound just now was the sound of a gunshot, and it must have been the hand of this beautiful and gentle famous woman.

And, more importantly, in spite of all the shocking things she had done, her expression was so calm that it was as if she hadn't taken it seriously at all.

Shooting people with her own hands, and being in such a bloody scene, why is she so calm?

It's cold-blooded by nature...... Or have you done it so many times that you get used to it?

He looked up with difficulty and looked at the beautiful face opposite.

Either way, it means that one has such a noble status. Such a beautiful woman on the outside, but inside there is a soul that is no less fierce than any other person.

Even Henry himself. There is also a sudden feeling that the worldview has been refreshed.

So...... Who the hell is that young man?

Although he wears the uniform of a waiter, he should not be a waiter here. Otherwise, Miss Tréville would not have had a reason to shoot him with her own hands.

So who is he?

An enemy who came to her for revenge because of his hatred for the Tréville family, or a lover who has been abandoned but wants to stay by her side?

Could it be the latter?

In a short period of time, so many ideas came to Henry's mind, even he didn't expect him to be so able to use his brain.

"As you can see, I shot him, sir." While he was still in doubt, Miss Tréville finally spoke, and did not shy away from admitting it.

"You...... Why you're doing it. There was silence for a moment. Henry finally regained his composure," he ...... Who is he? ”

"He was an enemy of our family, and he wanted to steal some of the documents I brought with me to my brother's disadvantage, so I had to take action against him." Fran calmly replied, "This is a measure of self-defense, an act of last resort, and I ask for your understanding. ”

Is that really the case? After hearing Fran's explanation, Henry was still very skeptical.

It's a strange thing.

"Trust me. This is really a hasty matter, I have no preparation, otherwise I would not have to do it myself, there are people doing things for us. Seeing that Henry still didn't quite believe it. Fran continued to explain, then looked at Ezreal lying on the ground without knowing anyone, "This man is too dangerous. And there are so many things I know, I can only make him unable to act for the time being. ”

"You're not going to kill him?" Henry was keenly aware of what Fran meant.

"yes. God teaches us to be merciful, so how can I easily take away someone's life? Fran chuckled. I said I was just defending myself. ”

This bright smile made Henry subconsciously relax at first, but after a moment, he shuddered, and instead fell into deeper fear.

Obviously she looks like a delicate woman, but in order to defend herself, she shoots and hurts people without saying a word, and she can laugh like no one else afterwards......

What kind of monsters have these relatives who went to the capital!

These relatives, mingled in the splendor and opulence of Versailles, tempered in the bloody rain of the Revolution, and the centuries of experience seem to have tempered them into other species.

"It may seem cruel, but sometimes we have to be cruel." Fran sighed, "It's not something we'd like to see, but when it does, we can only live with it silently, not panic, right?" ”

“…… Be...... Is it. "This kind of great fear makes him unable to speak clearly." What about you...... So what are you going to do? ”

It seems to have scared him. Mary and Fran looked at each other.

"I need your help, sir, that's why I called you here." Fran turned her gaze away from Ezreal to him, "You're going to have to help me get this straightened out, I don't want to make headlines in the newspapers for self-defense." ”

"Smoothing?" Henry subconsciously asked, "Then how are you going to smooth it out?" ”

"That's the question I'm going to ask you." Fran frowned slightly, "You know people here, and you have a head and a face, I don't know anyone here, and I can't show my face, so of course I should rely on your help, right?" ”

"But...... But ......" Henry was still a little hesitant.

"Sir, as I told you just now, the Trevills have helped you so much, is it shameful to ask you to do something in return?" Seeing that he was hesitating, Mary interjected at the right time, "Of course, it's the same old saying, if you think it's too difficult, you can refuse...... We won't force you. ”

Damn it! You don't force it! Henry couldn't help but curse in his heart.

There was no doubt that if he refused to help Miss Tréville, he would no longer be able to count on the help of the capital family, and he would certainly lose most of what he had at the moment—how could he easily let them slip away after having found such a powerful backer?

Isn't it just doing something bad, who can't do it!

Henry tilted his heart, then looked up at Fran.

"I'm happy to go to the trouble for your family, as long as you and your family remember my loyalty."

"Of course I remember, sir." Fran smiled again, "Our family never treats people who have merit. ”

"Then tell me, what the hell should I do?" After settling his mind, Henry's mind became a lot smoother.

"First of all, go and secretly find a reliable doctor you know, and ask him to help treat this gentleman." Fran gestured to the people on the ground, "Secondly, you need to find the owner of this place, tell him that I like the scenery here, and book these rooms for a long time." ”

As if remembering something, Fran turned to look at Mary, "I'm afraid I'll have to sleep with you these days......"

"It's okay." Mary smiled and nodded. "The bed is not crowded." (To be continued.) )